💌Poems on postcards💌
💌Thinking of linear time
And how it pulls us onward as arrows
My cute little first grey hairs saying hello
Crying because it brings me joy
That I even fucking made it this far
All of the « you’re lucky to be alives « the close calls, when my soul met glimpses of death and not in metaphor
True death , cold and hungry
Not I but it, but maybe both of us , then
Anyway
I am happy , to age
To grow and to learn
I have always felt a million years old
The angels of oblivion forgot to wipe my memory
*M6.71 solar flair hits earth as I type
Maybe I was a comet once ☄️
To be wrapped in both peril and brightness
Anyways
I am happy to be alive
11:11 says the clock
I have been watching incessant vampire diaries as a joke but also a reminder 🧛
I relate to the feeling of being infinite.. watching living out entireties , loved ones passing.. somehow you remain
And it feels like purification
How I was born more or less blonde, hair darkens, and as I get older returns white
How beautiful ❄️ how dare they guilt society for its very existence
Anyway if you’ve made it this far
The arrow of me asks that I write poetry for the world a project near and dear to my heart I want to keep words alive and posted mail📬
So I created a poetry mail subscription 💌Poems on postcards 💌— The first round will be mailed out January 1st:-)
You will receive a postcard with a handwritten poem by me
Theme for January is 🐺wolves 🐺